Hello, my name is Timmy Meglefire, a young writer who is really into Hardstyle music, horror games, and writing stories about alternate universes.
One day I hope to be a video-game programmer. Who doesn't love video-games? Well, making video-games is a hard thing to do, but it pays extremely well, and also, video-game is fun! You get to choose what new monster or villain the character is faced against! Horror games are the best to because you can design the terrifying jump scares and the 'outside force' that you're trying to survive against!
I'm really excited to share my ideas and the story I'm putting together, and I believe you'll love it! The story I'm planning on is expected to be long and exciting, I hope you stay tuned to read it! It will be about Caandir (CANN-deer) and his comrades, Kodd, Hasiva (HAS-eeva), and Natif (NAT-if). The plot is going to be where a 100 year old war is occurring between two powers, and Caandir and his comrades are caught in the middle of it. The setting with not be Earth, but a planet on a known as Talc (TAL-ch). Caandir has a trick up his sleeve that will help him and his comrades known as the DENIA-R. This is Machine
Machine Act 1 Part 1 Rewrite 1:
Caandir:(narrating) My grandfather was a good man, he always tried to do what was best for the family. He told me stories and gave me presents all the time, but the last two were by far his best. He told me about the War and what's happening about it. I remember what he told me, like its written on the surface of my brain.
*Flashback - 1 year*
Caandir: Grandpa, can you tell me another story?
Grandfather: Sure, but this ones true. Hundreds of years ago, war broke out. Nobody really knew why then, just as much as we didn't know now. As far as we knew, Taris was Hyra's ally; whatever caused us to turn against them, we've yet to find out. Now, understand that these two countries are both the biggest world powers. That means both countries have the resources, funds, and men to take on a war of this scale. But none of those really matter unless you have a strategy, and you need intelligence to have a strategy. That's why we called in Hyra's National Scientific Military Division. That group contains the biggest eggheads you'll ever see. And Carred Zelos was the most eggheaded of them. The man was a bloody genius; you could ask him to build anything, and as long as it didn't involve interdimensional distortion, he'd have it done within a month. He's contributed to many technological advances in his generation, and a lot of our stuff wouldn't exist if it wasn't for his inventions. Naturally, his talent didn't go unnoticed, and he was…erm… "strongly requested" to join the NSMD. Most of the weapons had been upgraded, along with the air force, and monitoring systems, thanks to Mr. Zelos. When the Great War broke out, however, he was asked to do something a little bigger…
*Change scene to Carred Zelos’ office, speaking with the General*
General: You might be wondering why I called you and your division here… Carred: I just figured you needed me to polish a gun or two. General: Oh, ha ha. Don't know if you noticed, professor, but we are in the biggest transcontinental conflict since the Nimbium Incident. Carred: Surely you've got this situation handled, what with your well-trained army and excellent leadership skills. General: As much as I enjoy the compliment, this situation is not under control. Taris has us equally matched in forces and strategics. Whatever we throw at them, they seem to have no problem countering it. Our only upper hand seems to be our Intelligence division, and with that, our only option is— Carred: peace treaty? General: No. We need mechanical advantage. Carred: What do you mean? General: I mean have the enemy at our mercy at the press of a button. You're smart; build something that can insure us victory, the ultimate weapon… preferably within the upcoming month. Can you do that? Carred: Absolutely, but I really have no idea how it will help— Generall: Don't ask questions. Just do it. Go on.
*Back to scene of Caandir and Grandfather*
Grandfather: So, he began building. Carred always had a habit of going a bit over the top, so when he was instructed to make the ultimate weapon, he took every detail into deep consideration. Which would be better, melee or long-range; reloading times, reaction times, accessibility. Within three weeks he created the greatest machine the world had ever seen—but then he realized how dangerous it was, especially in military intelligence.
*Returning to story: Carred in front of a table of executives*
General: I can't help but notice that you've come here empty-handed. Carred: Not exactly, sir. See, what exactly defines the ultimate weapon? How hard it can hit? How far it can fire? How quickly it can reload? Gentlemen, I've come to the conclusion that the answer to the ultimate weapon is right in front of us. (pause) It's the mind. General: …what. Carred: You don't see? With our minds, we have created so much! Look at our modern world, all constructed by ideas. Our thoughts occur faster than light; food replenishes it, and the ideas we produce can influence an entire planet! We ourselves are the ultimate weapon! (one lone man claps; others shoot a look at him; he stops and slumps awkwardly) General: Dr. Zelos. We are not here to listen to your philosophical ramblings. (grabs Carred by the neck and pins him to wall) We are here to see a WEAPON. THAT'S WHAT WE HIRED YOU FOR. Carred: Tsk Tsk. So quick to pull the trigger, general. (sighs) Very well. Teleportation. General: Teleportation? Carred: Yeah. Y'know, send one thing from one place to another. Figure it out, you just need to send your soldiers past the defenses, and then bam. Victory. (General drops Carred; executives begin shuffling out; a comrade approaches Carred) Scientist: doctor…do we even have any way to pull that off? Carred: Of course not. To teleport, you'd have to disassemble every atom in an object, then reassemble it exactly as it was in another place. It's impossible to set a pattern to an atom's movements when it being flung through space and time.
*Returning to Caandir and Gandfather again* Grandfather: Carred never did reveal his actual weapon. He hid away from everyone except his grandchildren, and now nobody knows where it is. But from then on, every future member of the Zelos line would dedicate themselves to science, trying to carry on Carred's legacy. Except your father, of course. He's a genius in his own right, what with his art. Caandir: yeah. Grandfather: But enough about my rambling, kiddo. What I wanted you to take from that was that I built this myself. Here. (hands him a box) Happy birthday. (Caandir pulls out a watch-like object) Caandir: Woah…it looks old. Grandfather: I based it off my own grandfather's designs. Your uncle helped. Neat, huh? Now listen, Caandir. Caandir: yes? Grandfather: There's something pretty special about this watch. It symbolizes something within all of us. Sure, it may look old, and I'm not gonna lie, somewhat unattractive… but we don't know exactly what it's capable of doing. Canndir: Telling time? Grandfather: you don't know if that's all it does. My point is, we've all got our potentials. And the best we can do in this odd world of ours is to take the time discover what we can do, and go beyond it. Get it? Caandir: Yeah. I think so. Thanks, Grandpa.
*End of flashback, Caandir sits at the window, tired and sad*
Caandir: (narrating) If I had any idea that that would be the last time I'd see him…if I had any clue hinting that he'd just disappear one day, and his body show up in a dumpster the day after…I would've said more. I don't know what, but anything would've been better than just "Thanks." Now I have his last gift on my wrist, and I don't know why, but I feel like this might have to do with something bigger than any of us…and that I have to find out what.
One day I hope to be a video-game programmer. Who doesn't love video-games? Well, making video-games is a hard thing to do, but it pays extremely well, and also, video-game
I'm really excited to share my ideas and the story I'm putting together, and I believe you'll love it! The story I'm planning on is expected to be long and exciting, I hope you stay tuned to read it! It will be about Caandir (CANN-deer) and his comrades, Kodd, Hasiva (HAS-eeva), and Natif (NAT-if). The plot is going to be where a 100 year old war is occurring between two powers, and Caandir and his comrades are caught in the middle of it. The setting with not be Earth, but a planet on a known as Talc (TAL-ch). Caandir has a trick up his sleeve that will help him and his comrades known as the DENIA-R. This is Machine
Machine
Act 1 Part 1 Rewrite 1:
Caandir:(narrating) My grandfather was a good man, he always tried to do what was best for the family. He told me stories and gave me presents all the time, but the last two were by far his best. He told me about the War and what's happening about it. I remember what he told me, like its written on the surface of my brain.
*Flashback - 1 year*
Caandir: Grandpa, can you tell me another story?
Grandfather: Sure, but this ones true. Hundreds of years ago, war broke out. Nobody really knew why then, just as much as we didn't know now. As far as we knew, Taris was Hyra's ally; whatever caused us to turn against them, we've yet to find out.
Now, understand that these two countries are both the biggest world powers. That means both countries have the resources, funds, and men to take on a war of this scale. But none of those really matter unless you have a strategy, and you need intelligence to have a strategy. That's why we called in Hyra's National Scientific Military Division. That group contains the biggest eggheads you'll ever see. And Carred Zelos was the most eggheaded of them.
The man was a bloody genius; you could ask him to build anything, and as long as it didn't involve interdimensional distortion, he'd have it done within a month. He's contributed to many technological advances in his generation, and a lot of our stuff wouldn't exist if it wasn't for his inventions.
Naturally, his talent didn't go unnoticed, and he was…erm… "strongly requested" to join the NSMD. Most of the weapons had been upgraded, along with the air force, and monitoring systems, thanks to Mr. Zelos. When the Great War broke out, however, he was asked to do something a little bigger…
*Change scene to Carred Zelos’ office, speaking with the General*
General: You might be wondering why I called you and your division here…
Carred: I just figured you needed me to polish a gun or two.
General: Oh, ha ha. Don't know if you noticed, professor, but we are in the biggest transcontinental conflict since the Nimbium Incident.
Carred: Surely you've got this situation handled, what with your well-trained army and excellent leadership skills.
General: As much as I enjoy the compliment, this situation is not under control. Taris has us equally matched in forces and strategics. Whatever we throw at them, they seem to have no problem countering it. Our only upper hand seems to be our Intelligence division, and with that, our only option is—
Carred: peace treaty?
General: No. We need mechanical advantage.
Carred: What do you mean?
General: I mean have the enemy at our mercy at the press of a button. You're smart; build something that can insure us victory, the ultimate weapon… preferably within the upcoming month. Can you do that?
Carred: Absolutely, but I really have no idea how it will help—
Generall: Don't ask questions. Just do it. Go on.
*Back to scene of Caandir and Grandfather*
Grandfather: So, he began building. Carred always had a habit of going a bit over the top, so when he was instructed to make the ultimate weapon, he took every detail into deep consideration. Which would be better, melee or long-range; reloading times, reaction times, accessibility. Within three weeks he created the greatest machine the world had ever seen—but then he realized how dangerous it was, especially in military intelligence.
*Returning to story: Carred in front of a table of executives*
General: I can't help but notice that you've come here empty-handed.
Carred: Not exactly, sir. See, what exactly defines the ultimate weapon? How hard it can hit? How far it can fire? How quickly it can reload? Gentlemen, I've come to the conclusion that the answer to the ultimate weapon is right in front of us.
(pause)
It's the mind.
General: …what.
Carred: You don't see? With our minds, we have created so much! Look at our modern world, all constructed by ideas. Our thoughts occur faster than light; food replenishes it, and the ideas we produce can influence an entire planet! We ourselves are the ultimate weapon!
(one lone man claps; others shoot a look at him; he stops and slumps awkwardly)
General: Dr. Zelos. We are not here to listen to your philosophical ramblings. (grabs Carred by the neck and pins him to wall) We are here to see a WEAPON. THAT'S WHAT WE HIRED YOU FOR.
Carred: Tsk Tsk. So quick to pull the trigger, general. (sighs) Very well. Teleportation.
General: Teleportation?
Carred: Yeah. Y'know, send one thing from one place to another. Figure it out, you just need to send your soldiers past the defenses, and then bam. Victory.
(General drops Carred; executives begin shuffling out; a comrade approaches Carred)
Scientist: doctor…do we even have any way to pull that off?
Carred: Of course not. To teleport, you'd have to disassemble every atom in an object, then reassemble it exactly as it was in another place. It's impossible to set a pattern to an atom's movements when it being flung through space and time.
*Returning to Caandir and Gandfather again*
Grandfather: Carred never did reveal his actual weapon. He hid away from everyone except his grandchildren, and now nobody knows where it is. But from then on, every future member of the Zelos line would dedicate themselves to science, trying to carry on Carred's legacy. Except your father, of course. He's a genius in his own right, what with his art.
Caandir: yeah.
Grandfather: But enough about my rambling, kiddo. What I wanted you to take from that was that I built this myself. Here. (hands him a box) Happy birthday.
(Caandir pulls out a watch-like object)
Caandir: Woah…it looks old.
Grandfather: I based it off my own grandfather's designs. Your uncle helped. Neat, huh? Now listen, Caandir.
Caandir: yes?
Grandfather: There's something pretty special about this watch. It symbolizes something within all of us. Sure, it may look old, and I'm not gonna lie, somewhat unattractive… but we don't know exactly what it's capable of doing.
Canndir: Telling time?
Grandfather: you don't know if that's all it does. My point is, we've all got our potentials. And the best we can do in this odd world of ours is to take the time discover what we can do, and go beyond it. Get it?
Caandir: Yeah. I think so. Thanks, Grandpa.
*End of flashback, Caandir sits at the window, tired and sad*
Caandir: (narrating) If I had any idea that that would be the last time I'd see him…if I had any clue hinting that he'd just disappear one day, and his body show up in a dumpster the day after…I would've said more. I don't know what, but anything would've been better than just "Thanks." Now I have his last gift on my wrist, and I don't know why, but I feel like this might have to do with something bigger than any of us…and that I have to find out what.